(Bang-e-Dra-105) Shikwa (
) The Complaint
Shikwa THE COMPLAINT
Kyun Ziyaan Kaar Banun, Sood Framosh Rahun Fikr-e-Farda Na Karum, Mahw-e-Ghum-e-Dosh Rahun
Why should I choose the loser‟s role? Forbear to seek what gain I may? Nor think of what the morrow holds, But brood o‟er woes of o f yesterday?
Naale Bulbul Ke Sunoon, Aur Hama Tan Gosh Rahun Humnawa Main Bhi Koi Gul Hun Ke Khamosh Rahun Why should my ears enraptured hear the plaintive notes of Philomel? Fellow‐bard! a rose am I to lose me in sweet music‟s swell?
Jurrat Aamoz Miri Taab-e-Sakhun Hai Mujh Ko Shikwa Allah Se Khakam Badahan Hai Mujh Ko For I too have the gift of song which gives me courage to complain, But ah! „tis none but God Himself whom I, in sorrow, must arraign!
Hai Baja Shewa-e-Tasleem Mein Mashoor Hain Hum Qissa-e-Dard Sunate Hain Ke Majboor Hain Hum
I grant that we have earned repute as ever reconciled to Fate, But to You still a tale of pain I can no longer help narrate.
Saaz-e-Khamosh Hain, Faryad Se Maamoor Hain Hum Nala Ata Hai Agar Lab Pe To Maazoor Hain Hum Though we may seem like voiceless lyres, within, imprisoned anguish cries; Its urge compels, and I obey, Framing these plaintive melodies.
Ae Khuda Shikwa-e-Arbab-e-Wafa Bhi Sun Le Khugar-e-Hamd Se Thora Sa Gila Bhi Sun Le Hear You, O God! these sad complaints from those of proven fealty; From lips accustomed but to praise hear You these words in blame of You!
Thi To Maujood Azal Se Hi Teri Zaat-e-Qadim Phool Tha Zaib-e-Chaman, Par Na Preshan Thi Shamim From when eternal Time began, Your Timeless Self had h ad also been; But then no breeze its sweetness spread though the Rose reigned the garden‟s garden ‟s queen.
Shart Insaaf Hai, Ae Sahib-e-Altaf-e-Amim Boo-e-Gul Phailti Kis Tarah Jo Hoti Na Nasim Canst You, in justice, but confess, O Lord! from whom all favours flow, Had not the south wind toiled in love the world Your fragrance would not know?
Hum Ko Jamiat-e-Khatir Ye Preshani Thi Warna Ummat Tere Mehboob (S.A.W.) Ki Diwani Thi The glad travail we sought for You Rejoiced our souls and was our pride — Thinkst You the followers of Your Friend Insanely spread You r Truth so wide?
Hum Se Pehle Tha Ajab Tere Jahan Ka Manzar Kahin Masjood The Pathar, Kahin Maabood Shajar Before we came, how strange a sight si ght was this most beauteous world of Thine (yours)! ( yours)! For here to stones men bowed their heads, and there in trees did „gods‟ enshrine!
Khugar-e-Paikar-e-Mahsoos Thi Insaan Ki Nazar Manta Phir Koi Un-Dekhe Khuda Ko Kyunkar Their unenlightened minds could seize nought else but what their eyes could see, You know, Lord, Your writ ran not — Man neither knew nor worshipped Thee (You)! — Man
Tujh Ko Maalum Hai Leta Tha Koi Naam Tera? Quwwat-e-Baazoo-e-Muslim Ne Kiya Kaam Tera And canst You say that even once one of these did Your name recite? It was the might of Muslim arms fulfilled Your task and gave them Light.
Bas Rahe The Yahin Saljuq Bhi, Toorani Bhi Ahl-e-Chin Cheen Mein, Iran Mein Sasaani Bhi Yet once there lived the Seljuks here, Turanians too, and wise Chinese, Sasanians drew their breath and thrived In rose ‐perfumed Iranian breeze;
Issi Maamoore Mein Aabad The Yoonani Bhi Issi Dunya Mein Yahudi Bhi The, Nusraani Bhi And elsewhere in Your peopled world the Greeks of Yunan held their sway, While sons of Israel side by side with Christian nations had their da y.
Par Tere Naam Pe Talwar Uthai Kis Ne Baat Jo Bigri Huwi Thi, Woh Banaai Kis Ne But which among these nations raised the sacred sword in holy fight, Self ‐consecrated to Your cause, to set their crazy world aright?
The Hameen Ek Tire Maarka Aaraaon Mein! Khushkion Mein Kabhi Larte, Kabhi Dariyaon Mein,
‟Tis we and we alone who wh o thronged as warriors on Your fields of fray, And now upon the land we fought and now upon the salt sea spray.
Deen Azaanen Kabhi Europe Ke Kaleesaaon Mein Kabhi Africa Ke Tapte Huwe Sehraaon Mein.
We made our Azan‟s call resound beneath proud spires in Western lands, And made that magic melody thrill over Afric‟s burning sands.
Shan Ankhon Mein Na Jachti Thi Jahan Daron Ki Kalima Parhte The Hum Chaon Mein Talwaron Ki The pageantries of mighty kings to us were shows that mattered not, Beneath the shade of blades unsheathed un sheathed in Kalima we glory sought.
Hum Jo Jeete The To Jnagon Jn agon Ki Musibat Ke Liye Aur Merte The Tere Naam Ki Azmat Az mat Ke Liye Our only life was then to face the perils of Your holy wars; To glorify Your name we died, adorned with hallowed battle scars.
Thi Na Kuch Taeg-Zani Apni Hukumat Ke Liye Sar-Bakaf Phirte The Kya Dehar Mein Doulat Ke Liye Not lust for power for our own sakes our drawn ‐sword‟s playfulness inspired, Nor roamed we hand‐in‐glove with death for worldly riches we desired.
Qaum Apni Jo Zar-o-Maal-e-Jahan Par Marti, But Faroshi Ke Iwaz But Shikni Kyon Karti? Our people, had they set their hearts on this world‟s riches or its gold, Not idol‐breaking would have gone but idols would have bought and sold.
Tal Na Sakte The Agar Jang Mein M ein Arh Jate The Paon Sheron Ke Bhi Maidan Se Ukhar Jate The We stood our ground like rocks when once the foe had met our phalanx dread; Before our might the bravest quailed and, vanquished, from the battle fled.
Tujh Se Sarkash Huwa Koi To Bighar Jate The Taeg Kya Cheez Hai, Hum Toup Se Larh Jate The And those who offered You affront our swift, relentless fury faced, Their mightiest arms we set at nought, Their insolence and pride abased.
Naqsh Tauheed Ka Har Dil Pe Bithaya Hum Ne Zer-e-Khanjar Bhi Yeh Paigham Sunaya Hum Ne
On all men‟s minds we set Your seal, Your tawhid‟s firm and s ure impress — The selfsame message preached our lips when swords danced high in battle‟s stress.
Tu Hi Keh De Ke Ukhara Ukh ara Dar-e-Khyber Kis Ne Sheher Qaiser Ka Jo Tha, Us Ko Kiya Sar Kis Ne
Declare You whose fierce valor once did Khyber‟s barriers overthrow? Or whose resistless might once laid Famed Caesar‟s proudest cities low?
Tore Makhluq Khudawandon Ke Paikar Kis Ne Kaat Kar Rakh Diye Kuffaar Ke Lashkar Kis Ne Ne
Who smashed to dust man‟s handwrought gods, th ose things of straw and earth and cla y? And who did unbelieving hosts h osts to spread Your name and glory glor y slay?
Kis Ne Thanda Kiya Atishkuda-e-Iran Ko? Kis Ne Phir Zinda Kiya Tazkara-e-Yazdaan Ko? And who was it that quenched and cooled the fiery urns of fair Iran? And in that land did once again revive the worship of Yazdan?
Kon Si Qoum Faqat Teri Talabgar Huwi Aur Tere Liye Zehmat Kash-e-Paikaar Huwi Among those nations, was there one who craved You as we craved and sought? Or risked the perils of fell war that Your Divinest will be wrought?
Kis Ki Shamsheer Jahangeer, Jahandar Huwi Kis Ki Takbeer Se Dunya Teri Baidar Huwi Whose was that conquest‐thirsty sword which won and held the world in fee? And whose the Takbeer‐sounding call, which wakened all the world to You?
Kis Ki Haibat Se Sanam Sehme Huwe Rehte The Munh Ke Bal Gir Ke 'HU WA-ALLAH HU AHAD' Kehte The Whose was the fateful wrath which made all idols shrink in terror just? “There is no god but God,” they cried, as crumbling down they kissed the dust.
Aa Gaya Ain Laraai Mein Agar Waqt-e-Namaz Qibla Ru Ho Ke Zameen Bos Huwi Qoum-e-Hijaz
When worship‟s ordained hour was come, and furious raged the battle‟s fray, Those men of Hijaz, staunch in You, facing Your Ka„ba, bowed to pray.
Ek Hi Saf Mein Khare Ho Gaye Mahmood-o-Ayaz, No Koi Banda Raha Aur Na Koi Banda Nawaz. Mahmood the king and slave Ayaz, in line, as equals, stood arrayed, The lord was no more lord to slave: while both to the One Master prayed.
Banda-o-Sahib-o-Mauhtaaj-o-Ghani Aik Huwe Teri Sarkar Mein Pohanche To Sabhi Aik Huwe
Slave or slave‟s master, rich or poor, no sense of difference then felt, For each a brother was to each when in Your Presence, Lord, they knelt.
Mehfil-e-Kon-o-Makan Mein Sehar-o-Sham Phire Mai-e-Tauheed Ko Lekar Sifat-e-Jam Phire And You do know we went about at sunrise or when stars did shine, In banquet‐halls of Time and Space, like goblets, filled with tawhid‟s wine
Koh Mein, Dasht Mein Le Kar Tera Pegham P egham Phire Aur Maaloom Hai Tujh Ko, Kabhi Nakaam Phire ! Both heights and lowlands we traversed to spread Your message; O glad pain! Not even once, You know well, we strove against the world in vain.
Dasht To Dasht Hain, Darya Bhi Na Chhore C hhore Hum Ne Bahr-e-Zulmaat Mein Daura Diye Ghore Hum Ne Not only land we bore Your Yo ur Word glorious across the heaving seas, Upon our steed of zeal, we rode unto their darkest boundaries!
Safah-e-Dahar Se Baatil Ko Mitaya Hum Ne Nau-e-Insaan Ko Ghulami Se Chhuraya Hum Ne
We who removed from this world‟s book the leaves which were with falsehood stained, We who, from tyrant ignorance, The prisoned human race unchained,
Tere Kaabe Ko Jabeenon Se Basaya Hum Ne Tere Quran Ko Seenon Se Lagaya Hum Ne
We who with myriad sajdas filled Your Holy Kaʹba‟s hallowed shrine, Whose bosoms reverently held Your great and glorious Book Divine —
Phir Bhi Hum Se Yeh Gila Hai Ke Wafadar Nahin Hum Wafadar Nahin, Tu Bhi To Dildar Nahin!
If our meed still the obloquy that we have shirked the Faithful‟s part, How then canst You make claim to be the kindly faith‐compelling heart?
Ummatain Aur Bhi Hain, In Mein Gunahgar Gunah gar Bhi Hain Ejz Wale Bhi Hain, Mast-e-Mai-e-Pindar Bhi Hain For there are those of other faiths Among whom many sinners , Some humble, others puffed with pride, Drunken in their effrontery;
In Mein Kahil Bhi Hain, Ghafil Bhi Hain, Hush yar Bhi Hain Saikron Hain Ke Tere Naam Se Baizar Bhi Hain If some have vision, thousands are of little worth, neglectful, worse; And millions upon millions live from Your dear, glorious name averse.
Rehmatain Hain Teri Aghiyar Ke Kashaanon Par Barq Girti Hai To Bechare Musalmanon Par Yet see how still Your bounties rain on roofs 0f unbelieving u nbelieving clans, While strikes Your thunder‐bolt the homes of all ‐forbearing Mussalmans!
Boott Sanam Khanon Mein Kehte Hain, Musalman Gye Hai Khushi In Ko Ke Kaabe Ke Nigehban Gye In idol‐houses, hark! they say, “Behold, the Muslim star sinks low! How glad they are that now n ow at last Your Kaʹba‟s brave protectors go!
Manzil-e-dehr Se Unthon Ke Hudi Khawan Gye Apni Baghlon Mein Dabaye Huwe Quran Gye
They say, “The world is well rid now n ow of hymn‐reciting camel‐men, Their Quran folded in their arms, At last they hie them from our ken!
Khandah Zan Kufr Hai, Ehsas Tujhe Hai Ke Nahin Apni Touheed Ka Kuch Paas Tujhe Hai Ke Nahin Thus they rejoice who own You not; Yet still unmindful seemest You Of Yours own One‐ness, Your Tawhid — Are Are You so unregarding now?
Ye Shikayatt Nahin, Hain Un Ke Khazane Maamur Nahin Mehfil Mein Jinhain Baat Bhi Karne Ka Shaur Sh aur That ignorant men who lack the grace to ope their lips in conclave high Should have their coffers treasure‐filled, is not the burden of our sigh;
Qehar To Ye Hai Ke Kafir Ko Milain Hoor-o-Qasoor Aur Bechare Musalman Ko Faqat Wada-e-Hoor
But O, that this world‟s best should fall to unbelievers from Your hand While we on promises are fed of pleasures in a shadowy land!
Ab Woh Altaf Nahin, Hum Pe Anayat Nahin Baat Ye Kya Hai Ke Pehli Peh li Si Madarat Nahin Where are those favours which You once on ce upon our grateful hearts didst pour ? Why cherishest You not, O Lord, The Faithful as in days of yore?
Kyun Musalmanon Mein Hai Doulat-e-Dunya Nayaab Teri Qudrat To Hai Woh Jis Ki Na Had Hai Na Hisab Why from the bounties of this life The Faithful now no profit gain Though still Almighty You remainest aAnd limitless Your means remain?
Tu Jo Chahe To Uthe Seena-e-Sehra Se Habab Rahroo-e-Dasht Ho Seeli Zada Mouj-e-Saraab If You but will, fountains can flow from barren desert and parched sands, And mirage‐bound a traveller be while walking through th rough green forest lands:
Taan-e-Aghiyaar Hai, Ruswai Hai, Nadaari Hai, Kya Tere Nam Pe Marne Ka Iwaz Khwari Hai? Yet foe-men‐taunted, grace‐deprived, and poorest of the poor are we! Is this Your recompense to those who sacrifice their lives for You?
Bani Aghyar Ki Ab Chahne Wali Dunya Reh Gyi Apne Liye Aik Khiyali Dunya Your world, how eagerly, today on strangers, strangers, all its grace grace bestows: For those who walk Your chosen way a world of dreams its glamour throws!
Hum To Rukhsat Huwe, Auron Ne Sanbhali Dunya Phir Na Kehna Huwi Touheed Se Khali Dunya So be it then, so let us pass, let other nations hold the sway — When we are gone, reproach us not that tawhid too has passed away!
Hum Tau Jeete Hain Ke Duniya Mein Tira Naam Rahe, Kahin Mumkin Hai Saqi Na Rahe, Jaam Rahe?
We live here only that Your Name may live here in men‟s minds enshrined; Can saki bid his last adieu and leave Love‟s cup and wine behind?
Teri Mehfil Bhi Gai, Chahne Walw Bhi Gaye, Ga ye, Shab Ki Aahen Bhi Gaien, Subah Ke Nale Bhi Gaye, Your court‐yard empties. They depart who came to worship and adore; The midnight‟s sighs, the dawn‟s lament, now You wilt miss for evermore!
Dil Tujhe Debhi Gaye, Apna Sila Le Bhi Gaye, Aa Ke Baithe Bhi Na The, Ke Nikaale Bhi Gaye. They came, they gave their hearts to You, they had their recompense, and went. But hardly they had seated been when from Your Presence they were sent!
Aae Ushaaq, Gaye Waada-e-Farda Lekar, Ab Unhen Dhoond Charag-e-Rukh-e-Zeba Lekar! They came glad lovers, begging love; with future promise turned away: Go, shine Your Beauty‟s lamp about and seek and win them if You may!
Dard-e-Laila Bhi Wohi, Qais Ka Pahlu Bhi Wohi, Nejd Ke Dasht-o-Jabal Mein Ram-e-Aahoo Bhi Wohi,
The love of Layla burneth still, And Majnun passion‟s yearning knows; In hill and valley of the Nejd the fleet gazelle still leaping goes;
Ishq Ka Dil Bhi Wohi, Husn Ka Jaadoo J aadoo Bhi Wohi, Ummat-e-Ahmed-e-Mursil Bhi Wohi, Tu Bhi Wohi,
The soul of Love is still the same, still, Beaut y‟s magic charms enthral, Your Ahmad‟s feemen still abide; and You art there, the soul of all.
Phir Yeh Aazurdagi-e-Ghair-Sabab Kya Maani, Apne Shaidaaon Pe Yeh Chashm-e-Ghazab Kya Maani?
Then Stranger! why estranged today the bond of love „twixt You and Yours? Upon the Faithful, O Unkind, why frowns Your eye of wrath Divine?
Tujh Ko Chora Ke Rasool-e-Arabi (S.A.W.) Ko Chora? Boutgari Paisha Kiya, Bout Shikani Ko Chora? Did we forswear our faith to You? to Your Dear Prophet cease to cling? Of idol‐breaking did we tire? or take to idol‐worshipping?
Ishq Ko, Ishq Ki Ashuftah-Sari Ko Chora? Rasm-e-Salman Rasm-e-Salman (R.A.)-o(R.A.)-o-Awais-e-Qarani Awais-e-Qarani (R.A.) Ko Chora?
Or did we weary of Your Love, or Your Love‟s rapture ever shun? Or turned we from the path which trod Qaran‟s Owais and Salman? Salman?
Aag Takbeer Ki Seenon Mein Dabi Rakhte Hain Zindagi Misl-e-Bilal-e-Habshi Misl-e-Bilal-e-Habshi (R.A.) Rakhte Hain
Your Takbeer‟s unextinguished flame within our hearts we cherish yet: Aethiop Belal‟s life, the star by which our own lives‟ course we set!
Ishq Ki Khair, Who Pehli Si Ada Bhi Na Sahi, Jaada Paimaai Taslim-o-Raza Bhi Na Sahi, But even if a change has been, and we in Love are less adept, Or out of resignation‟s path our erring wayward feet have stept;
Muztarib Dil Sifat-e-Qibla Nama Bhi Na Sahi Aur Pabandi-e-Aaeen-e-Wafa Bhi Na Sahi If, unlike trusted compasses, our souls respond not now to you, And if to laws of faithfulness our roving hearts are now less true ;
Kabhi Hum Se, Kabhi Ghairon Se Shanasaai Hai Baat Kehne Ki Nahin, Tu Bhi To Harjaai Hai Must You too play the fickle flirt with us, with others, day by day, We cannot help the sinful thought thou ght which shame forbids our lips to say.
Sar-e-Faran Pe Kiya Deen Ko Kamil Tu Ne Ek Ishare Mein Hazaron Ke Liye Dil Tu Ne Upon the peak of Mount Faran Your glorious Faith You didst perfect — — With one Divinest gesture drew a host of fervid first ‐elect;
Atish Andoz Kiya Ishq Ka Hasil Tu Ne Phoonk Di Garmi-e-Rukhsar Se Mehfil Tu Ne Your flaming Beauty filled the world and set a myriad hearts on fire; Then blew the quintessence of Love in Man to passion‟s p assion‟s wild desire.
Aaj Kyun Seene Humare Sharar Abad Nahin Hum Wohi Sokhta Saman Hain, Tuhe Yaad Nahin? Ah, why within our deadened hearts that holy flame today leaps not? Though still those burnt‐out victims we which once we were, have You forgot?
Wadi-e-Najd Mein Woh Shor-e-Silasil Na Raha Qais Diwana-e-Nazara Mehmil Na Raha
Upon the dale of Nejd is stilled the clanging of the captive‟s chains; To glimpse the camel‐litter, Qais no longer with his madness strains
Hosle Woh Na Rahe, Hum Na Rahe, Dil Na Raha Ghar Ye Ujhra Hai Ke Tu Ronaq-e-Mehfil Na Raha The yearnings of the heart are dead, de ad, the heart itself is cold; so we; And desolation fills our house for shines not there the Light of You.
Ae Khush Aan Roz Ke Ayi-o-Bsad Naz Ayi Be-Hijabana Soo'ay Mehfil-e-Ma Baaz Ayi O blessed day when You shall come, a thousand graces in You r train When by unbashful glad feet turn towards our nesting‐place again.
Badahkash Gair Hain Gulshan Mein Lab-e-Joo Baithe Ba ithe Sunte Hain Jaam Bakaf Naghma-e-Kuku Baithe Beside the garden fountain now, quaffing q uaffing wine, strangers sit, alas! The cuckoo‟s note their ear regales and their hands hold the sparkling glass!
Door Hungama-e-Gulzar Se Yak Soo Baithe Tere Diwane Bhi Hain Muntazir 'Hoo' Baithe From all this garden‟s riot far, Calm in a corner seated too, Love‐longing lunatics await Your frenzy‐kindling breath of 'hu' of 'hu'!!
Apne Parwanon Ko Phir Zauq-e-Khud Afrozi De Barq-e-Dairina Ko Farman-e-Jigar Sozi De
The passion for the flame‟s embrace— Your Your moths — ah, ah, let them once more know; And bid Your ancient lightning strike and set these ash‐cold hearts aglow!
Qoum-e-Awara Anaa Taab Hai Phir Soo'ay Soo'a y Hijaz Le Ura Bulbul-e-Be Par Ko Mazak-e-Parwaz
Towards the Hijaz turn again the straying tribe their b ridle‐strings! Lo, wingless soars the nightingale aloft, upon its yearning‟s wings!
Muztarib Bagh Ke Har Ghunche Mein Hai H ai Boo'ay Niaz Tu Zara Chair To De, Tashna-e-Mizrab Ta shna-e-Mizrab Hai Saaz The fragrance in each blossom hid within the garden palpitates, But with Your plectrum wake its strings — The The lute that livening touch awaits!
Naghme Betaab Hain Taron Se Niklne Ke Liye Toor Muztar Hai Ussi Aag Mein Jalne Ke Liye Li ye
Yea, longs to break its prison‟s bounds the string‐imprisoned melody; And yearning Sinai waits again to burn itself to dust in You
Mushkalain Ummat-e-Marhoom Ki Asan Kar De Moor-e-Bemaya Ko Humdosh-e-Suleman Kar De Resolve, O Lord! the travail sore which this Your chosen ch osen people tries, Make You the ant of little worth to Solomon‟s proud stature rise!
Jins-e-Nayaab-e-Mohabbat Ko Phir Arzaan Kar De Hind Ke Dair Nasheenon Ko Musalman Kar De Bring You, O Lord, with our grasp that most mo st rare love for which we pray; pra y; To India‟s temple‐squatters teach the truth of the Islamic way.
Joo'ay Khoon Mee Chakad Az Hasrat-e-Dairina-e-Maa Mee Tapd Nala Ba Nashtar Kadah-e-Seena-e-Maa
Our hearts‟ desires, long unfulfilled, unceasingly our life‐blood drain; Our breasts, with thousand daggers pierced, still struggle with their cry of p ain!
Boo-e-Gul Le Gyi Bairun-e-Chaman Raaz-e-Chaman Kya Qayamat Hai Ke Khud Phool Hain Ghammaz-e-Chaman !
The fragrance of the rose has borne the garden‟s secret far away— How sad it is, the traitor‟s role the garden‟s sweetest buds should play!
Ahd-e-Gul Khatam Hua, Tut Gaya Saaz-e-Chaman, Ur Gaye Dalion Se Zamzama Pardaaz-e-Chaman. The bloom‐time of the rose is done; the garden‐harp now shattered lies; And from its perch upon the twig, awa y each feathered songster flies —
Ek Bulbul Hai Ke Hai Mahw-e-Tarannum Ab Tak, Us Ke Seene Mein Hai Naghmon Ka Talatam Ab Tak. But yet there uncompanioned sits A lonely lonel y bulbul, all day long; Its throat a‐throb with music still and pouring out its heart in song.
Qumrian Shaakh-e-Sanober Se Gurezaan Bhi Huin, Pattian Phool Ki Jhar Jhar Ke Pareshan Bhi Huin; The darkening cypress sways no more; from shadowy shado wy nests its doves have fled; The withered blossoms droop and die, and all around their petals shed;
Who Purani Ravishen Bagh Ki Weeran Bhi Huin, Daalian Parahan-e-Barg Se Uriaan Bhi Huin. Those memoried, old garden walks of all their former pride lie shorn, Despoiled of raiment green, each branch in nakedness now stands forlorn;
Qaid-e-Mausim Se Tabiat Rahi Aazad Uski, Kaash Gulshan Mein Samjhta Koi Faryaad Uski. Unmoved by passing seasons‟ change, the songster sits and sings alone: Would there were in this garden some could feel the burden of its moan!
Lutf Merne Main Hai Baqi, Na Maza Jeene Mein Kuch Maza Hai To Yehi Khoon-e-Jigar Peene Mein This life no more its joy retains, nor even death d eath can bring relief; „Tis sweet to sit alone and sigh and eat a sad heart out in grief.
Kitne Betaab Hain Jouhar Mere Aaeene Mein Kis Qadar Jalwe Tarapte Hain Mere Seene Mein M ein
Out from the mirror of my soul „ what gems of tho ught now strive to shine; What visions splendid, dreams sublime,
Iss Gulistan Mein Magar Dekhne Wale Hi Nahin Dagh Jo Seene Mein Rakhte Hun, Woh Lale Hi Nahin Arise within this breast of mine! but in this garden lives not one to see and hear, to feel and a nd know: No tulip with its streak of pain, to sense my heart ‐ blood‟s blood‟s smarting flow.
Chaak Iss Bulbul-e-Tanha Ki Nawa Se Dil Hon Jaagne Wale Issi Bang-e-Dara Se Dil Hon May this sad bulbuls lonely song to grief each listening soul awake; The clangour of these rousing bells make drowsy d rowsy hearts their sleep forsake!
Yani Phir Zinda Naye Ehd-e-Wafa Se Dil Hon Phir Issi Bada-e-Deerina Ke Pyaase Dil Hon Let Faithful hearts re‐plight their troth, and forge afresh their bond Divine; Let in the long‐parched heart of each the old thirst wake for sweet old wine!
Ajami Khum Hai To Kya, Mai To Hijazi Hai Meri Naghma Hindi Hai To Kya, Lai To Hijazi Hai Meri jar Ajamy, The blood of sweet Arabian vine O‟erflows this wine‐ jar Although the singer sings in Ind, ff Hijaz is his melody.
(Bang-e-Dra-120) Jawab-e-Shikwa (
) The Ans Answer wer To The Com Complaint
Jawab-e-Shikwa THE ANSWER TO THE COMPLAINT
Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai Par Nahin, Taaqat-e-Parwaaz Magar Rakhti Hai When passion streaming from the heart turns human lips to l yres, Some magic wings man‟s music then, his song with soul inspires;
Qudsi-Ul-Asal Hai, Riffat Pe Nazar Rakhti Hai Khaak Se Uthti Hai, Gardoon Pe Guzar Rakhti Hai
Man‟s words are sacred then, they soar, The ears of heaven they seek, From dust those mortal accents rise, Immortals hear them speak;
Ishq Tha Fitna Gar-o-Sarkash-o-Chalaak Mera Aasman Cheer Gaya Nala-e-Bebaak Mera So wild and wayward was my m y Love, such tumult raised its sighs, Before its daring swiftly fell the ramparts of the skies.
Peer-e-Gardoon Ne Kaha Sun Ke, Kahin Hai Koi! Bole Sayyaare, Sar-e-Arsh-e-Bareen Hai Koi!
The skies exclaimed in wonderment, “Some one is hiding here,” The wheeling Planets paused to say, “Seek on the highest sphere.”
Chaand Kahta Tha, Nahin, Ahl-e-Zameen Hai Koi! Kehkashaan Kehti Thi, Poshida Yahin Hai Koi!
The silver Moon said, “You are wrong, wron g, Some mortal it must be,” The Milky Way too j oined converse, “Here in our midst is he.‟‟
Kuch Jo Samjha Tau Mere Shikwe Ko Rizwan Samjha Mujhe Jannat Se Nikala Huwa Insan Samjha Rizwan alone, my plaintive voice began to recognise, He knew me for a human who had lost his Paradise.
Thi Farishton Ko Bhi Hairat, Ke Yeh Awaz Hai Kya! Arsh Walon Pe Bhi Khulta Nahin Yeh Raaz Hai Kya!
And even the Angels could cou ld not tell what was that voice so strange, Whose secret seemed to lie beyond Celestial wisdom‟s range.
Taa Sar-e-Arsh Bhi Insan Ki Tag-o-Taaz Hai Kya? K ya? Aa Gyi Khak Ki Chutki Ko Bhi Parwaaz Hai Kya?
They said, “Can Man now roving come and reach these regions high? That tiny speck of mortal clay, has it now learnt to fly?
Ghafil Aadaab Se Yeh Sukkaan-e-Zameen Kaise Hain Shokh-o-Gustakh Yeh Pasti Ke Makeen Kaise Hain! H ain! How little do these beings of earth the laws of o f conduct know; How coarse and insolent they are, these men who live below.
Iss Qadar Shokh Ke Allah Se Bhi Barham Hai Tha Jo Masjood-e-Malaeek Yeh Wohi Aadam Hai? H ai? So great their insolence indeed, they dare even God upbraid! Is this the Man to whom their bow the Angels once had made?
Alam-e-Kaif Hai, Dana-e-Ramooz-e-Kam Hai Haan, Magar Ijz Ke Asrar Se Namehram Hai Of Quality and Quantity He knows the secrets, true — The ways of humbleness as well If he a little knew!
Naaz Hai Taaqat-e-Guftaar Pe Insanon Ko Baat Karne Ka Saliqa Nahin Nadanon Ko!
That they alone are blest with speech how proud these humans be, Yet, ignorant, they lack the art to use it gracefully.”
Ayi Aawaz Ghum-Angaiz Hai Afsana Tera Ashk-e-Betaab Se Labraiz Hai Paimana Tera
Then spake a Voice Compassionate: “Your tale enkindles pain, Your cup is brimming full with tears which you could cou ld not contain
Asmangeer Huwa Naara-e-Mastana Tera Kis Qadar Shokh Zuban Hai Dil-e-Diwana Tera Even High Heaven itself is moved by these impassioned cries; How wild the heart which taught your lips such savage melodies!
Shukr Shikwe Ko Kiya Husn-e-Ada Se Tu Ne Hum Sukhan Kar Diya Bandon Ko Khuda Se Tu Ne Its grace yet makes this song of yours a song of eulogy; A bridge of converse you have h ave formed „Twixt mortal man and Me!
Hum Tau Mayal Ba-Karam Hain, Koi Sayal S ayal Hi Nahin Rah Dikhlaen Kise Rahraw-e-Manzil Hi Nahin Behold, my hands arc full of gifts, but who comes seeking here? And how shall I the right road shew when there‟s no traveller?
Tarbiat Aam Tau Hai, Jauhar-e-Qabil Hi Nahin Jis Se Taamir Ho Aadam Ki Yeh Woh Gil Hi Nahin My loving care is there for all, If deserved but by few! Not this the clay from which I c an an Adam‟s shape renew!
Koi Qabil Ho Tau Hum Shan-e-Kai Shan -e-Kai Dete Hain Dhoondne Walon Ko Dunya Bhi Nai Dete Hain! On him who merits well I set the brightest diadem, And those who truly questing come, a new world waits for them.
Hath Be-Zor Hain, Ilhaad Se Dil Khoo-Gar Khoo -Gar Hain Ummati Baais-e-Ruswai-e-Paighamber Baais-e-Ruswai-e-Paighamber (S.A.W) Hain Apostate hearts and palsied hands Your earthly earthl y lives debase, You all, to your great Prophet (PBUH), (PBUH), are Bringers of deep disgrace;
But-Shikan Uth Gaye, Baqi Jo Rahe But-Gar Hain Tha Braheem Pidar, Aur Pisar Aazar Hain Those idol‐breakers all have gone, You idolaters are, a re, Abraham was the father, you His sons, are but Azar;
Badah Aasham Naye, Bada Naya, Khum Bhi Naye Harm-e-Kaaba Naya, But Bhi Naye, Tum Bhi Naye Now stranger bands carousal hold, Strange are both cup and wine, A strange new Kaʹba you have reared, Strange idols oh its shrine!
Woh Bhi Din The Ke Yehi Maya-e-Raanai Tha Nazish-e-Mousam-e-Gul Lala-e-Sahrai Tha! The tulip of the wilds once reigned the queen of blossom‐time: In this once lay the quintessence of loveliness sublime.
Jo Musalmaan Tha Allah Ka Saudai Tha Kabhi Mehboob Tumhara Yehi Harjai Tha Once every true‐born Mussalman by Allah set his store, This fickle‐hearted courtesan even you did once adore!
Kisi Yakjai Se Ab Ehd-e-Ghulami Kar Lo Millat-e-Ahmad Millat-e-Ahmad (S.A.W.) Ko Maqami Kar Lo! Go, seek some constant mistress now, to her a new bond sign, c onfine! Muhammad‟s universal creed to narrow bounds confine!
Kis Qadar Tum Pe Garan Subah Ki Baidari Hai Hum Se Kab Pyar Hai! Haan Neend Tumhain Pyari Hai To pray to me at break of day You now an ordeal deem, Your morning slumber sweeter far — Yet you would faithful seem!
Tabaa-e-Azad Pe Qaid-e-Ramazan Bhari Hai Tumhi Keh Do, Yehi Aaeen-e-Wafadari Hai? The hardships of the fast oppress your natures — now now grown free; Such are your ways and you still would protest your love for me!
Qoum Mazhab Se Hai, Mazhab Jo Nahin, Tum Bhi Nahin Jazb-e-Baham Jo Nahin, Mehfil-e-Anjum Bhi Nahin Unto a nation faith is life, You lost your faith and fell, When gravitation fails, must cease concourse celestial.
Jin Ko Ata Nahin Dunya Mein Koi Fann, Tum Ho Nahin Jis Qoum Ko Parwaye Nasheman, Tum Ho You love your homes the least among the nations of the earth, You are the most incompetent in knowledge and in worth;
Bijliyan Jis Mein Hon Aasudah, Woh Khirman Tum Ho Baich Khate Hain Jo Aslaaf Ke Madfan, Tum Ho You are a barn where lightning stays, sta ys, where ruin idle lies, Ancestral coffins long entombed your only merchandise;
Ho Niko Naam Jo Qabaron Ki Tajarat Kar Ke Kya Na Baicho Ge Jo Mil Jaen Sanam Pathar Ke In turning graves to profit, you have proved yourselves adept; Should idol‐trading offer gain of course you would accept.
Safah-e-Dehr Se Batil Ko Mitaya Kis Ne? Nau-e-Insan Ko Ghulami Se Chhuraya Kis Ne? Whose striving, from this world of mine, Its falsehoods did efface? Whose toil, from age‐old ignorance set free the human race?
Mere Kaabe Ko Jabeenon Se Basaya Kis Ne? Mere Quran Ko Seenon Se Lagaya Kis Ne? And whose the brows whose worship filled My Kaʹba‟s hallowed shrine? Or whose the breasts which fondly held M y „Glorious Book Divine‟?
The Tou Aaba Woh Tumhare Hi, Magar Tum Kya Ho? Hath Par Hath Dhare Muntazir-e-Farda Ho! These were your great progenitors; You lack their th eir brain and brawn; You sit and wait in slothful ease for every ever y morrow‟s dawn.
Kya Kaha? "Bahr-e-Musalman Hai Faqt Wade-e-Hoor Shikwa Be-Ja Bhi Kare Koi Tau Lazim Hai Shaoor! And did you say, for Muslims I mere promises dispense? Unjust laments at least should show some spark of commonsense.
Adal Hai Fatir-e-Hasti Ka Azal Se Dastoor Muslim Aaeen Huwa Kafir Tau Mile Hoor-o-Qasoor Eternal is the Law of God and Justice is its name, Should infidels like Muslims live the meed shall be the same.
Tum Mein Hooron Ka Koi Chahne Wala Hi Nahin Jalwa-e-Toor Tau Maujood Hai, Moosa Hi Nahin Not a single one among you is longing for houris The Effulgence of 'Tur' exists but there is no Moses
Manfa‟at Aik Hai Is Qaum Ki, Nuqsan Bhi Aik Ek Hi Sab Ka Nabi (S.A.W), (S.A.W), Din Bhi, Iman Bhi Aik Your nation‟s weal, your nation‟s woe, In common you all share, Your Prophet (PBUH) and your creed the same, the same Truth you declare;
Harm-e-Paak Bhi, Allah Bhi, Quran Bhi Aik, Kuch Bari Baat Thi Hote Jo Musalmaan Bhi Aik! And one your Kaʹba, One your God, God, and one your great Quran; Quran; Yet, still, divided each from each, Lives every ev ery Mussalman.
Firqa Bandi Hai Kahin, Aur Kahin Zaatain Hain Kya Zamane Mein Panapne Ki Yehi Baatain Hain? You split yourselves in countless sects, In classes high and low; Think you the world its gifts will still on such as you bestow?
Kon Hai Taarik-e-Aaeen-e-Rasool-e-Mukhtar Taarik-e-Aaeen-e-Rasool-e-Mukhtar (S.A.W.)? (S.A.W.)? Maslihat Waqt Ki Hai Kis Ke Amal Ka Maayaar? Who now forgetfully neglect My Rasool‟s Law sublime? And whose lives write them clearly down As servers of the time?
-e-Aghyar Kis Ki Ankhon Mein Samaya Hai Sha‟ar -e-Aghyar Ho Gyi Kis Ki Nigah Tarz-e-Salaf Se Baizar? To whom now other customs seem far nobler than their own? By whom your great forefathers‟ ways once followed, are forsworn?
Qalb Mein Souz Nahin, Rooh Mein Ehsas Nahin Kuch Bhi Paigham-e-Muhammad Paigham-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Ka Tumhain Paas Nahin Your hearts are now of longing void, Your souls now know no zeal, You heed no more that message great which Ahmad (PBUH) did reveal.
Jaa Ke Hote Hain Masajid Mein Saf-Aara, Tau Ghareeb Zehmat-e-Roza Jo Karte Hain Gawara, Tau Ghareeb
If worship‟s echoes ring in mosques, It is the poor who pray; If any fasting‟s hardship bear, It is the poor, today;
Naam Leta Hai Agar Koi Hamara, Tau Ghareeb Pardah Rakhta Hai Agar Koi Tumhara, Tau Ghareeb It is the humble and the poor p oor who still my name esteem, Theirs is the word, theirs is the deed, Yours the shame they redeem.
Umra Nasha-e-Doulat Mein Hain Ghafil Hum Se Zinda Hai Millat-e-Baiza Ghurba Ke Dam Se The rich are drunk with wine of wealth, their God they hardly know, kno w, It is because the poor yet live That wells of Faith still flow.
Waaiz-e-Qoum Ki Woh Pukhta Khayali Na Rahi Barq Taba‟ee Na Rahi, Shaola Maqali Na Rahi
That judgment ripe is no more theirs who play your preachers‟ role, Nor kindling accents from their lips, reveal the flaming soul.
Reh Gyi Rasm-e-Azan, Rooh-e-Bilali Na Rahi Falsafa Reh Gya, Talqeen-e-Ghazali Na Rahi Azan yet sounds, but never now Like Bilal‟s, soulfully; Philosophy, conviction-less, Now mourns its Ghazzali,
Masjidain Marsiya Khawan Hain Ke Namazi Na Rahe Yani Woh Sahib-e-Ausaf-e-Hijazi Na Rahe Untrod by praying feet, the mosques lament their th eir emptiness, For gone are those exemplars great of Arab godliness
Shor Hai Ho Gaye Dunya Se Musalman Nabood Hum Ye Kehte Hain Ke The Bhi Kahin Muslim Maujood!
It is said: “ The Muslims quit this world, Their days are on the wane The Muslims died out long ago; Such a lament is vain.
Waza Mein Tum Ho Nisara, Tau Tamaddun Mein Hanood, Yeh Musalman Hain! Jinhain Dekh Ke Sharmaen Yahood? From Christians you have learnt your style, your culture from Hindus; How can a race as Muslims pass who shame even the Jews?
Yun To Syed Bhi Ho, Mirza Bhi Ho, Afghan Bhi Ho Tum Sabhi Kuch Ho, Batao To Musalman Bhi Ho! You are known as Syed, and Mughal, you call yourselves Pathan; But can you truly claim as well the name of Mussalman?
Dam-e-Taqreer Thi Muslim Ki Sadaqat Bebak Adal Uss Ka Tha Qawi, Loos-e-Mara‟at Se Pak The Muslim was sincere of speech, of fear his voice was free; Just, staunch, he scorned the slightest breath of partiality.
Shajar-e-Fitrat-e-Muslim Tha Haya Se Namnak Tha Shujaat Mein Woh Ek Hasti-e-Fouq-Ul-Idraak In nature, like a tree, kept fresh by modesty most rare, Yet braver than the bravest he, intrepid past compare.
Khud Gudazi Nam-e-Kaifiat-e-Sehbayesh Bood Khali Az Khawaish Shudan Soorat-e-Meenayesh Bood
Like wine, upon the drinker‟s lips, his joy, in losing, lay; As the cup pours its liquor out, he poured his „self‟ away.
Har Musalman Rag-e-Batil Ke Liye Nashtar Tha Uss Ke Aaeena-e-Hasti Mein Amal Jouhar Tha What the knife is to cankerous growths, to all untruth was he, His actions, in life‟ s mirror shone like light, vibratingly.
Jo Bharosa Tha Usse Quwwat-e-Bazoo Par Tha Hai Tumhain Mout Ka Dar, Uss Ko Khuda Khud a Ka Dar Tha
If he was confident of aught, It was his right arm‟s might, He feared but God, while thoughts of death your craven souls affright.
Baap Ka Ilm Na Bete Ko Agar Azbar Ho Phir Pisar Qabil-e-Miraas-e-Pidar Kyunkar Ho!
When sons, lacking their fathers‟ worth, are neither skilled nor sage, With what deserving can they claim their fathers‟ heritage?
Har Koi Mast-e-Mai-e-Zauq-e-Tan Asani Hai, Tum Musalman Ho? Ye Andaaz-e-Musalmani Hai? he love of ease, like fumes of wine makes sots of you today, How dare you pass as Mussalmans? That is not Islam‟s way?
Haidari Faqr Hai Ne Doulat-e-Usmani Hai Tum Ko Aslaaf Se Kya Nisbat-e-Rohani Hai? Nor Usman‟s treasure‐chest you own, Nor Ali‟s empty bowl, With spirits of such great forbears, What kinship has your soul?
Woh Zamane Mein Mu‟azzaz The Musalman Ho Kar Aur Tum Khawar Huwe Taarik-e-Quran Ho Kar The honoured of their times, they lived, For theirs was true iman, You live disgraced, as having left the paths p aths of Al of Al Quran. Quran.
Tum Ho Apas Mein Ghazabnak, Woh Apas Mein Raheem Tum Khatakaar-o-Khatabeen, Woh Khata Posh-o-Kareem You roll the eye of mutual wrath, Their eye was ever kind; You err, for errors look, while they were generously blind.
Chahte Sub Hain Ke Hon Auj-e-Surayya Pe Muqeem, Pehle Waisa Koi Paida Tau Kare Qalb-e-Salim! Aspiring for the Pleiades, How simple it all seems! But let there first be hearts like theirs, To justify such dreams.
Takht-e-Faghfoor Bhi Un Ka Tha, Sareer-e-Ke Bhi Yunhi Baatain Hain Ke Tum Mein Woh Hameeyyat Hai Bhi? They reigned upon the Chinese throne, They wore the Persian crown: Where is that honour that they knew — Words Words are your whole renown.
Khudkushi Shewa Tumhara, Woh Ghayoor-o-Khuddar Tum Akhuwat Se Gurezan, Woh Akhuwat Pe Nisar They fought for honour, self ‐respect, Yours the self ‐slayer‟s knife, You shun the ties of brotherhood, The y cherished more than life.
Tum Ho Guftar Sarapa, Woh Sarapa S arapa Kirdar Tum Taraste Ho Kali Ko, Woh Gulistan Bah Kinar You can but weave the web of words, They did their deeds of might: You pine after a bud: they basked In gardens flower‐bright.
Ab Talak Yaad Hai Qoumon Ko Hikayat Un Ki Naqsh Hai Safah-e-Hasti Pe Sadaqat Un Ki The world remembers still the tales which hymn their braver y, And in their storied book of life shines their sincerity.
Misl-e-Anjum Ufaq-e-Qoum Pe Roshan Bhi Huwe But-e-Hindi Ki Mohabbat Mein Barhman Bhi Huwe
Upon your nation‟s sky you rose like stars of brilliant hue, The lure of India‟s idols made even Brahmans out of you;
Shauq-e-Parwaz Mein Mehjoor-e-Nasheman Bhi Huwe Be-Amal The Hi Jawan, Deen-e-Se Badzan Bhi Huwe Drawn by the wander‐lust, you went a‐roving „from your nests: Slothful in good, your youth next n ext learnt to doubt their faith‟s behests;
In Ko Tehzeeb Ne Har Bande Se Azad Kiya La Ke Kaabe Se Sanamkhane Mein Abad Kiya
„Enlightenment‟ ensnared you all, and all your „fetters‟ fell, The land of Kaʹba you forsook, In idol‐land to dwell!
Qais Zehmat Kash-e-Tanhai-e-Sehra Na Rahe Shehr Ki Khaye Huwa, Bad Ye Pema Na Rahe! If longing Qais roams no more, but seeks the town again, Leaving the lonely desert wastes to share tile life 0f 0 f men,
Woh To Diwana Hai, Basti Mein Rahe Ya Na Rahe Ye Zaroori Hai Hijab-e-Rukh-e-Laila Na Rahe! Qais is mad: what if he dwells in town or wilderness? Yet from him Layla must not veil her face in bashfulness!
Gila-e-Jor Na Ho, Shikwa-e-Baidad Na Ho Ishq Azad Hai, Kyun Husn Bhi Azad Na Ho! Complain ye not of heart unkind nor speak of tyranny! When Love no bondage knows, then why should Beauty not be free?
Ehd-e-Nau Barq Hai, Aatish Zan-e-Har Khirman Hai Ayman Is Se Koi Sehra No Koi Gulshan Hai Each stack and barn it sets on o n fire, This lightning‐like New Age, Nor bowling wild nor garden gay ga y escapes its flaming rage;
Is Nayi Aag Ka Aqwam-e-Kuhan Indhan Hai Millat-e-Khatam-e-Rusal Millat-e-Khatam-e-Rusal (S.A.W.) Shaola Ba Perahan Hai This new fire feeds on fuel old, — The nations of the past, — The And they too burn to whom was sent God‟s Messenger, the last.
Aaj Bhi Jo Baraheem (A.S.) Ka Imaan Paida Aag Kar Sakti Hai Andaz-e-Gulistan Paida But if the faith of Abraham of Abraham there, once again, is born, Where leaps this flame, flowers will bloom, and laugh its blaze to scorn.
Dekh Kar Rang-e-Chaman Ho Na Pareshan Mali Koukab-e-Ghuncha Se Shakhain Hain Chamakne Wali
Yet, let the gardener not be sad to see the garden‟s plight, For soon its branches will be gay with buds, like stars of light;
Khas-o-Khashaak Se Hota Hai Gulistan Khali Gul Bar Andaaz Hai Khoon-e-Shuhada Ki Laali The withered leaves and weeds will pass, and all its sweepings old; For there, again, will martyr‐blood in roses red unfold.
Rang Gardoon Ka Zara Dekh Tau Unnabi Hai Yeh Nikalte Huwe Suraj Ki Ufaq Taabi Hai But look! a hint of russet hue, Brightening the eastern skies, The glow on yon horizon‟s h orizon‟s brow, Heralds a new sunrise.
Ummatain Gulshan-e-Hasti Mein Mein Samar Cheeda Bhi Hain Aur Mehroom-e-Samar Bhi Hain, Khazan Didah Bhi Hain
In Life‟s old garden nations lived who all its fruits enjoyed, While others longed in vain, while some the winter blasts destroyed;
Saikron Nakhl Hain, Kaheeda Bhi, Baleeda Bhi Hain Saikron Batan-e-Chaman Mein Abhi Poshida Bhi Hain Its trees are legion; some decay, While others flush with bloom, And thousands still their birth await, Hid in the garden‟s womb;
Nakhl-e-Islam Namoona Hai Bru-Mandi Ka Phal Hai Ye Saikron Saalon Ki Chaman Bandi Ka A symbol of luxuriance, The Tree of Islam reigns, Its fruits achieved with centuries of garden ‐tending pains.
Pak Hai Gard-e-Watan Se Sirr-e-Daman Tera Tu Woh Yousaf Hai Ke Har Misr Hai Kinaan Tera T era Your robe is free from dust of home, Not yours such narrow ties, That Yousuf you, ever y Egypt lies; Yousuf you, who Canaan sweet, In every
Qafila Ho Na Sake Ga Kabhi Weeran Tera Ghair Yak Bang-e-Dara Kuch Nahin Saman Tera
The qafila can ne‟er disperse You holdest the starting bells9 Nothing else is needed, if your will Your You r onward march impels.
Nakhl-e-Shama Asti-o-Dar Shaola Dawad Resha-e-Tu Aaqbat Soz Bawad Saya-e-Andesha-e-Tu You candle‐tree! your wick ‐like root, Its top with flame illumes, Your thought is fire, its very breath all future care consumes. co nsumes.
Tu Na Mit Jaye Ga Iran Ke Mit Jane Se Nasha-e-Mai Ko Ta‟aluq Nahin Pemane Se
And you will suffer no surcease should Iran‟s star decline, It is not the vessel which decides the potency of wine;
Hai Ayan Yorish-e-Tataar Ke Afsane Se Pasban Mil Gaye Kaabe Ko Sanam Khane Se It is proved to all the world, from tales of o f Tartar conquerors, The Kaʹba brave defenders found in temple‐worshippers.
Kashti-e-Haq Ka Zamane Mein Sahara Tu Hai Asr-e-Nau Raat Hai, Dhundla Sa Sitara Tu Hai In you relies the bark of God, Adrift beyond the bar, The new‐born age is dark as night, And you its dim pole‐star.
Hai Jo Hangama Bipa Yorish-e-Balghari Ka Ghafilon Ke Liye Pegham Hai Baidari Ka The Bulgars march! the fiend of war in fearful fury breathes; The message comes: “Sleepers, awake! The B alkan cauldron seethes.”
Tu Samajhta Hai Ye Saman Hai Dil Aazari Ka Imtihan Hai Tere Isaar Ka, Khud-Dari Ka You deem this a cause of grief,Your heart is mortified; But no, your pride, your sacrifice, Thus, once again, are tried.
Kyun Harasan Hai Saheel-e-Faras-e-Aada Se Noor-e-Haq Bujh Na Sake Ga Nafs-e-Aada Se Beneath your foes if chargers neigh? Why tremble you in fright? For never, never, shall their breath extinguish Heaven‟s light.
Chashme-e-Aqwam Se Makhfi Hai Haqiqat Teri Hai Abhi Mehfil-e-Hasti Ko Zaroorat Teri Not yet have other nations seen what you are truly worth, The realm of Being has need of you for perfecting this earth.
Zinda Rakhti Hai Zamane Ko Hararat Teri Koukab-e-Qismat-e-Imkan Hai Khilafat Teri
If anything yet keeps world alive, „It is yours impetuous z eal, And you will rise its ruling star, And you will shape sha pe its weal.
Waqt-e-Fursat Hai Kahan, Kaam Abhi Baqi Hai Noor-e-Touheed Ka Itmam Abhi Baqi Hai This is no time for idle rest, Much yet remains undone; The lamp of tawhid needs your touch to make it shame the sun!
Misl-e-Bu Qaid Hai Ghunche Mein, Preshan Ho Ja Rakht Bar Dosh Hawaye Chamanistan Ho Ja You are like fragrance in the bud, Diffuse yourself: be free. Perfume the garden breeze, and fill the earth with scent of you..
Hai Tunk Maya To Zarre Se Byaban Ho Ja Naghma-e-Mouj Se Hangama-e-Toofan Ho Ja! From dusty speck, do you increase to trackless desert‐main. From a faint breeze, a tempest grow, Become a hurricane!
Quwwat-e-Ishq Se Har Past Ko Bala Kar De Dehr Mein Ism-e-Muhammad Ism-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Se Ujala Kar De Raise you, through Love, all humble hu mble to greatness and to fame; Enlighten you the groping world with dear d ear Muhammad‟s Name.
Ho Na Ye Phool To Bulbul Ka Tarannum Bhi Na Ho Chaman-e-Dehr Mein Kaliyon Ka Tabassum Bhi Na Ho If this fair flower blossom not, The bulbul will not sing, Nor rose‐buds make the garden smile welcoming in the spring;
Ye Na Saqi Ho To Phir Mai Bhi Na Ho, Khum Bhi Na Ho Bazm-e-Touheed Bhi Dunya Mein Na Ho, Tum Bhi Na Ho If he is not the saki, then nor jar nor wine will be, Nor in this world will tawhid shine, Nor your heart hea rt beat in you;
Khema Aflak Ka Istada Issi Naam Se Hai Nabz-e-Hasti Tapish Aamadah Issi Naam Se Hai Yonder ethereal skyey tent, This great name still sustains, And dancing to its music, flows the blood in Life‟s own veins.
Dasht Mein, Daman-e-Kuhsar Mein, Maidan Mein Hai Behr Mein, Mouj Ki Aghosh Mein, Toofan Mein Hai It is in the forests and the hills, And on the tranquil plains, On the seas, in the arms of waves, In roar of hurricanes;
Cheen Ke Shehr, Maraqash Ke Byaban Mein Hai Aur Poshida Musalman Ke Iman Mein Hai
A music heard in China‟s towns, Morocco‟s desert‐song, And hid within each Muslim‟s heart, It makes his faith grow strong.
Chashm-e-Aqwam Ye Nazara Abad Tak Dekhe Riffat-e-Shan-e-„Rafaana La Ka Zikrak‟ Dekhe Let all the peoples of the world see till the end of time, How I have made this glorious name beyond all thought sublime!
Mardam-e-Chashm-e-Zameen Yani Woh Kali Dunya Woh Tumhare Shuhada Palne Wali Dunya That pupil of the eye of Earth, Soil only dark men tread, That region where have always been your martyrs born and bred,
Garmi-e-Mehr Ki Parwarda Hilali Dunya Ishq Wale Jise Kehte Hain Bilali Dunya
That land upon the hot sun‟s lap, That land of al‐hilal, Which lovers fondly love to call The land of their Bilal, Bilal,‐‐
Tapish Andoz Hai Iss Naam Se Paare P aare Ki Tarah Ghouta Zan Noor Mein Hai Aankh Ke Tare Ki Tarah Is all a‐quiver with this Name, Like trembling mercury, Like pupils dark, in pools of light, It swims perpetually!
Aqal Hai Teri Sipar, Ishq Hai Shamsheer Teri Mere Darvaish! Khilafat Hai Jahangeer Teri Your shield be wisdom, be your sword the flaming Love Divine, My fond dervish! do you not no t know that all the world is yours?
Ma Siwa Allah Ke Liye Aag Hai Takbeer Teri Tu Musalman Ho To Taqdeer Hai Tadbeer Teri All else but God is at your feet, If sounds your Takbeer great; If you a Muslim truly are, Your effort is your fate.
Ki Muhammed (S.A.W.) Se Wafa Tu Ne Tau Hum Tere Hain Yeh Jahan Cheez Hai Kya, Loh-o-Qalam Tere Hain To my Muhammad be but true, And you have conquered me; The world is nothing you will command My Pen of Destiny.
